MADIBA LIVES

NELSON 'KHULU TATA MADIBA' MANDELA 1918 - 2013



once upon a time, a friend of mines drunkenly said of all the people he personally knew, i was the most gifted with words.. bearing that most dubious compliment in mind..

i sincerely believe there's literally NOTHING i or any other can in this moment or any other craft that will adequately capture the sense of loss gratitude respect and reverence owed a demi-god among men, one embodying the very essence and strength of the human spirit to overcome any obstacle namely insurmountable hate and the most deeply rooted oppression, whilst setting an example to the world and leading a nation out of blinding darkness and unspeakable evil.

today what can be definitively described as greatest man of the 21st century passed his vast and heretofore unyielding energy onto a higher universal plane of existence.

as a cub i never believed in santa but i believed in you g.. i wrote you countless unsent letters in hopes you'd rise out of imprisonment and come rescue my hairline for xmas or perhaps whenever you had spare time of course AFTER you freed south africa and left a lasting image in the eyes of the world that a mans spirit is truly unconquerable and that a son of africa is capable of uniting and leading a nation..

quite an unfair request to be honest as in hindsight anyone who knows me knows even at that tender age my precocious five head was beyond redemption and some would say a truly lost cause..

everything else though.. all things else.. for madiba? lightwork.
for even at your lowest ebb.. you refused to believe the notion of "lost causes" held any credence, to you the words held no meaning other than 'something to overcome'

now a fully grown manchild i still dont believe in santa and i've since grown into that hairline.. somewhat.
whats more i struggle every waking day and fail at most attempts to live up to even a planck-times worth of your noble efforts since being gifted to this earth.

still, though i always seem to fall an everests depth short of your standard.. there's one example you set i cannot will not fail to follow.. perseverance.
never to give up, even when the hour is darkest never surrender, there is always hope, always.


when I was but a pup i thought madiba would live forever.


i still do.

Eys. Open. Wide. Awake

Immaculate Perception

‎​‎​‎​ ​ ​‎​‎ ‏ I EXHALED: IT WAS GUNSMOKE..tried breakin what aint fixed..
the irony's gotta tight choke.. like..

a pretty whore bein heart broke
like.. a dyke fallin for my black rope
like.. a pound hittin all the right notes

full hilt to the scrote? nope.

fearless is the name i stole. yet somehow.. still thought i would lose hope

nope.

never.

maybe its the new feel...
maybe its the faux real..
wait.
baby is this faux-real? tell me

coz i dont wana settle. #ashtag NoRebel.



Sincerely yours, Rebel.

Old SLAVES

trancendent thought patterns.

those before me were not free.
therefore i am not free.
they that "owned" they that came before me
left a legacy of ill thought that has grown thick rooted in the mind of he that is now beside me..
and even though he did not whip.. chain.. or take my free..

his lineage burns like whip black eyes that let me see within the window to that tainted soul-tree of inequity

false though it may be

and its bountiful fruit has been borne out unto thee thee thee.. and thee..
tenfold thy poisonous crop shall we reap and all take a bite from the apple of the sinful vine


socalled modern day society..


a false sense of piety
brings about.. a strangely self replicating mal-adjusted hypocrisy..

but am i better?
waxing lyrically intense..
the mirror of mine own mind projects a self made nubian ubermensch..
nietzches nightmare ryhming in circles
whilst we struggle-nay internally eternally battle
that may we avoid these inevitable self fullfilling prophecies.....

transcended thought patterns of those before me..

i

am not free. he is not free.. you are not free

we. are. not. free.

So So... So Fine

BAD RELIGION

fear not that ye have died for naught, we'll teach the lesson that ye wrought..... so go the final words of the original poppy poem. its a sentiment anyone who's lost someone to war can relate to.. but i get the feeling we haven't truly learned to respect the lessons it spoke of. at all.
i respect the troops.. let me rephrase.. i respect the will and bravery of my grand father and other ww2 vets without whose sacrifice i would be living a completely different existence. i also to a lesser extent respect the heart it takes to put your life on the line and serve ones country, after all i almost did the same.
i do not however respect whats being done overseas today in the name of oppressive freedoms or the position any soldiers out there who are of noble intent are being put in.
it should never be a choice between "supporting our boys" or "condemning warmongers" both causes are one and the same and anyone who tells you different is just another tool of political division. our boys don't deploy themselves to these places and they sure as hell don't tell air command where to drop bombs either.. the pm and politicians do with the help of yours and my taxes. yes. we helped kill all those iraqis afghans and the kids we send out there to fight pointless wars just by being paid, indulging in peaceful riots and sitting on our collective backsides.
imagine the impact if the people who protested against wars joined forces with the ones protesting for the boys stuck out there fighting?
that'd be interesting. but it wont happen. cameron and co. needs you them us at each others throats just long enough so that they can quietly do what they're doing then go on a nice pre-planned million pound spinning book and lecture tour in a few years time while everyone's still scratching their collective heads as to what exactly the fucks happened or changed.

but i digress, putting your life on the line for your country is kinda like going to church. your handing over your body your faith if you will.. to a higher power/cause.. in the sincere hopes and belief your being guided along the right path.. that being the case so far as i can see.. our govt's. been practising some very very bad religion.









Eye Open. Wide Awake.

Pyramids Absynthe & The Tree Of Life

Pyramids


The long awaited music video to the 2nd half of the epic 10 minute single by acclaimed RnB, Hip Hop, Neo Pop Soul, Urban-Folk, Bluegrass artist is finally here, a complex chameleonesque piece of work (not even sure thats a word, but hey wtf)

The action starts thusly, back shots 4x absynthe.. pull out sig, shootup de place.. hop on bmw &ride off into the desert sunrise, no hands, no challenge...

one devils advocate re-run, stripclub slomo &racist-joke tellin shaman guitar solo later (Mayer)we see Frank fall & rise from his vision quest hangover the ONLY way anyone ever should lol.. then continue his journey in search of that lost illuminated pyramid on the edge of the horizon.

No hands no challenge.





Eyes. Open. Wide. Awake.

Amistad Originals

"The shoe is nothing more than the designer Jeremy Scott's outrageous and unique take on fashion and has nothing to do with slavery", Adidas said in a statement.


I was never the biggest adidas fan before this, but now I'm pretty sure they'll never see another penny from me or anyone close to me aslong as they exist. Hopefully others wake up and make the same choice.

They can say they didnt know the significance, but we all know thats ridiculous and we also know theres no way what is also possibly THE ugliest adidas shoe ever should have even made it past design stage.
Meaning this was basically just a cynical shock tactic, a slap in the collective face of every black person who's ever worn the 3 stripes that was no doubt intended to cause a controversial backlash with the sole purpose of keeping adidas "relevant".

Am I shocked a multi-billion pound company has questionable ethics and basically doesnt give two shits about their loyal fashion slaves/customers who they by now must believe will buy ANYTHING they sell them?

No. Im not. And frankly I wouldnt have it even if they give us free...





Eyes. Open. Wide. Awake.